Marriage Contract Letter

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The clattering of footsteps rang out from behind the door, approaching Ibra's study.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

Two pairs of eyes that were inside the room were fixed to the door. "Lake in." The heavy voice of Ibra.

Reket .. the sound of the door opening, and a sexy woman standing. Carrying a small bag in her hand, she was Yulia. Stand with a less friendly face.

Ibra and Zayn looked at each other with the same thought, why would Yulia come here?

Julie put her feet inside. "It happens that you exist, yesterday I came. He said he was abroad?"

"Yes, right, just arrived ... last night," said Ibra. "Yes, sit?"

Yulia sat on the sofa with her legs crossed exposing her smooth thighs. "Thank you."

Zayn, glared at the smooth thighs and slightly poking chest. What an incredible sight for Zayn. So that his eyes don't blink.

Ibra, hit Zayn on the shoulder. "Basic crocodile eyes."

Zayn glanced at it while grinning. "If you don't see that, baby, redundant." His whispers.

"What's up here?" ibra asked Yulia.

"I'm here to give you information about your wife, Mery. He was playing with Hendra a businessman," said Yulia, staring intently at Ibra.

Ibra scrunched her forehead. "Where are you from?" pretend not to know.

"I know, and that's the new one, if the old one I don't know I don't want to remember it" Yulia continued.

Zayn sat down and crossed his hands. Observe where Yulia's speech is headed.

"Certain ... You mean tell me what?" ibra.

Receiving such a question from Ibra, he raised his tone. "I don't really accept it, if I'm divorced. While Mery you still keep it?"

"Ha, pet? cat times ah." Zayn.

Ibra sighed deeply, then said. "Oh, you don't accept it" said Ibra, nodding her head. "You don't have to be jealous, I know what I'm supposed to do, towards you. He is too, understand? so, don't interfere in people's affairs."

Yulia glared perfectly. "You, not thanking me. I'm telling you, so you open your eyes wide, don't get hit by her seduction."

"I know what I have to do. Again I explain, do not interfere in people's affairs, and please leave. Because ... You have no business here anymore" said Ibra.

"OK, I'm just telling you, believe it or not." Yulia lowered her shoulders. Then stand up and leave without excuse.

Ibra shook her head, and walked over to the door to close it.

"Back to our chat, about home, I want the place to be strategic. But it's comfortable, quiet for pregnant women." Speak Ibra while sitting in the place before.

Zayn straightened his seat. "So that house is for Laras?"

"Yes, who else? my pregnant wife, she is. Surely pregnant with my son." Ibra took the mineral water and gulped it.

"OK, then. I'll find him soon, all right. I'm going to go first" Zayn said standing up and stuffed all the important files into his backpack.

"OK," Ibra replied as she nodded.

"Welcome to enjoy playing on his couch again" said Zayn grinningly showing his white teeth.

Ibra just messem heard it. Then he got up, moved his chair and walked out of the room.

He walked, in a hasty step. Heading to his private room, it was possible that Laras was still there or had gone to his room.

Ibra is at the door, click! the door knob. His wide footsteps entered the room which heard the sound of television. Not forgetting to close the door and lock it.

Ibra's eyes continued to move in search of Laras's whereabouts. On an empty couch. But apparently .. he was in bed curled up, Ibra approached, climbing up to crawl into a bed with king size that there Laras there. Staring at the face of Laras who was asleep so soundly. "Kasian, sleep deprived last night" murmured Ibra as she stroked the soft cheek of Laras.

The soft cup of kiss landed on the forehead of the Barrel who did not respond at all. "You are very beautiful and you are a devout wife. I'll try to make you happy." Ibra muttered staring fixedly at Laras face.

Then he spread his body beside Laras. Sleeping sideways facing Laras to be more free to look at him. Grasping his hands and being kissed.

Slowly, his hand moved towards a hill, which only he dared to touch. Long time playing around there, until he fell asleep too.

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It's time for dinner. Laras was still in his room was busy reading a novel about "One Husband For Many Wives" so engrossed, until he was lazy down. For dinner. Just drink the milk only, and that's only half.

"Why not eat?" suddenly Ibra's voice appeared from behind the door and approached her.

"Ha, don't get hungry, you've been drinking milk." Pointing a glass of pumice milk at the table.

Ibra sat down near Laras. "But you have to eat, our children will starve" he said while stroking the stomach soft Laras.

"You jealous?" ibra's hand framed Laras' face and with a fixed gaze.

"No, not jealousy. But remind me," elak Laras again.

"What are you doing with your phone? chetan is the same as other men," while robbing the phone from the hands of Laras.

"Not."

Ibra opens it and it turns out, Laras is reading a novel. "What novel? One husband for many wives, what the hell!"

"Yes. I goiter with her husband, whose work is only married, but abandoned. Not a lot of responsibility." Barrel Vocations.

"Hem .. It's just a novel. Not a true story." Ibra Lirih.

"This is a true story .." Laras replied again.

"No.... is insinuating me, isn't Miss Sweet?" Ibra pinches both cheeks Anxious barrel.

"No, do you feel that way?" turn nanya.

"Em ... not really ..." without Ibra's warning to enter**** Baras.

"Nr ..." The barrel broke away and rubbed his moist lips.

If rejected, Ibra more curious. His burly hand held the nape of Laras, in order to be quiet and close, again******** Laras lips very gently and warm. Two fresh fruit did not escape to be the target of Ibra's naughty hands. And in***** it.

That activity, it lasted a long time. Until the chest Barrel went up and down out of breath. After detaching, Ibra's lips smirked in satisfaction.

"Sa-sickness," complains Laras holding one part of his body.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm too excited." He answered while grinning and rubbing it very gently.

However, Laras' hand distanced itself from Ibra's. "Say you want to eat? there's gotta be a meal waiting for me."

"I am not hungry, I am full. Just now." Ibra carved a happy smile on her lips.

Laras blushed in embarrassment and looked down deeply. Pretending to read a novel.

Ibra came down and tidied up her clothes. "Alright if you are not hungry, later if hungry immediately eat, do not forget to eat fruit. I'm going to make love first, it's not been a long time. Definitely cramped!"

Laras immediately looked up, heard Ibra's words were somehow jealous, somehow ordinary felt Laras at this time, which certainly.

Ibra stared and saw the change in look of Laras' face. He smiled and turned his body to walk out of the room Laras, when it had crossed the door, Ibra closed it.

After which, it hurriedly swung its steps towards the dining room. Sure enough, there Mery was still waiting with an angry face.

"A long time, anyway. Ngelonin first, what?" mery's ketus.

"If so, why? that's fine, right?" Ibra didn't lose.

"Belg ..." Mery stomped his feet on the floor.

"Feeds?" tell Ibra to drink a cup of coffee.

Mery being the sumringah, he thought Ibra would soon invite to the room. "That's for sure." His inner.

Mery quickly finished his meal. Then sip half a glass of water.

"I'm ready, baby, come on. I'm impatient." Mery stepped up from her seat washing her hands in the sink.

Ibra also stood up and tidied up his old seat.

"Let's go, baby" asked Mery to Ibra who was standing, her eyes focused on her phone screen. "Come ..." Mery pulls Ibra's hand still standing.

Finally Ibra followed Mery's steps which continued to pull him. To Mery's room.

All the assistant eyes in the dining room, looked at Mery with a dislike look. Keep them smiling cynically. Somehow they don't like to see Mery, let alone get close to Ibra.

Then they had dinner together. Bu Rika as the head. Praying for food.

Arriving in Mery's room. Ibra sat herself down on the sofa, leaning back, head looking up. And with stretched hands.

Mery rushes to pick up a very transparent lingerie, to lure Ibra's heart and lust. He was very confident, this time it could succeed and the unification will run smoothly, considering that it has been a few months since he was not touched by Ibra. As her husband, Mery stood right in front of Ibra who was looking at her expressionlessly.

With a very graceful step, Mery approached Ibra, bowing. So that Mery's front body leaned forward Ibra's face, but Ibra felt ordinary.

He was not moved at all, his heirloom was silent did not respond to anything. Ibra's eyes just stared at ordinary, especially in his memory shadowed. As Mery wrestles with another man, Ibra's napkin just disappears.

Mery sits on Ibra's thigh and embraces her husband's neck ....

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